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During the early part of 2015 I engaged in a discernment pr
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Chaplaincy Ministry and the Mission of the Church
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Chaplaincy Ministry and the Mission of the Church
Victoria Slater, SCM Press 2015, 160 pages, pbk
There are three distinctive and attractive characteristics of this book. The first is the authors’ skilful ability to open up her research in an accessible and stimulating way.
Writing Methods in Theological Reflection
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Writing Methods in Theological Reflection
Heather Walton, London: SCM Press, 2014
Most readers of this journal will be book collectors. They are necessary tools of our trade as teachers, seekers after wisdom, researchers and writers. Having recently moved house the task of do
Between Dark and Daylight by Joan Chittister
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Between Dark and Daylight by Joan Chittister
I am busy at the moment embarking upon a major exercise of downsizing in preparation for my move to Sarum. This must include books! The process is illuminating. What do we attach ourselves to? All this ‘stuff’ faces me with the
The Quest for meaning in later life
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P. G. Coleman, D. Koleva and J. Bornat, eds., Ageing, Ritual and Social
Change: Comparing the Secular and Religious in Eastern and Western
Europe. Farnham and Burlington, VT: Ashgate Publishing, 2013. Pp. xviii,
283. Pb. £19.99. ISBN 978-1-4094-5215-7.
This volume is a compell
CONFUCIUS AT SEVENTY
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"At fifteen I was committed to learning.
At thirty I took my rightful position.
At forty, I was no longer totally perplexed.
At fifty, I began to understand the unfolding
of my true nature.
At sixty, I was in harmony with contradictions
and ambivalence.
A seventy
Looking your Age??
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DO YOU LOOK YOUR AGE?
Last month my wife and I were on a Road Scholar trip in Europe and we were having dinner with a Japanese woman. We got to talking about age and she asked how old I was. "Seventy" I replied, thinking of Gloria Steinem's apt phrase, "This is how 7
We need each other
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The truth is that we shall only understand the balance of severity and confidence, of the strenuous and the relaxed, in the context of the common life.
Every believer must have an urgent concern for the relation of the neighbour to Christ, a desire and willingness to be the me
The Look
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the look
"The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in."
Mark Rudman
I look and look.
Looking's a way of being: one becomes,
sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one.
The eyes
dig and burrow into the world.
They touch
f
What is Age?
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"Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were
interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate. I grow more
intense as I age...
We who are old know that age is more than a disability. It is an intense
and varied experience, a
A prayer of Lancelot Andrewes
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A prayer of Lancelot Andrewes
Guard Thou my soul,
Strengthen my body,
elevate my senses,
direct my course,
order my habits,
shape my character,
bless my actions,
fulfil my prayers,
inspire holy thoughts,
pardon the past,
correct the present,
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The Windows
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The Windows
Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word?
He is a brittle crazie glasse:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
But when thou dost anneal
Seeing beyond the immediate: listening and learning alongside older people
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From 1998 through to 2009, I had the privilege of working with many hundreds of older people in an Almshouse charity. We lived together in rather splendid seventeenth-century buildings which were surprisingly adaptable for modern use.
I remember meeting one frail older woman o
understanding people ?
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Affinity
Consider this man in the field beneath,
Gaitered with mud, lost in his own breath,
Without joy, without sorrow,...
Without children, without wife,
Stumbling insensitively from furrow to furrow,
A vague somnambulist; but hold your tears,
For his name also is written
Glass
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glass
It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,
Yet not quite like it,
For the blueness is not transparent,
Only translucent.
Her soul's light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.
It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, childlike, wise
Sarum College Bookshop : Book of the Month
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'Between Dark and Daylight' by Joan Chittister
I am busy at the moment embarking upon a major exercise of downsizing in preparation for my move to Sarum. This must include books! The process is illuminating. What do we attach ourselves to? All this ‘stuff’ faces me
Praying for Peace
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and listening to the voices ......
Erich Fried
When we were the persecuted
I was one of you
How can I remain one
when you become the persecutors?
Your longing was
to become like other nations
who murdered you
Now you have become like them
Trinity
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St Augustine wrote of God in his 'Confessions':
"You, my God, are supreme... You are the most hidden from us and yet the most present amongst us, the most beautiful and yet the most strong, ever enduring and yet we cannot comprehend you. You are unchangeable and yet you change
Miro on Ageing
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PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS AN OLD MAN
When artist Joan Miro was 24 years old, he predicted that he would do his best work in old age.
The exhibition, "Joan Miro: Instinct and Imagination," documents the work he did in his 70's and 80's. In keeping with the idea of positive a
empty hands
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they go there with empty hands
What do they do,
The singers, tale writers, dancers, painters,
Shapers, makers?
They go there with empty hands, into
The gap between.
They come back with things in their hands.
They go silent and come back with words, with tunes.
They g